[BL]Reborn as the Empire's Most Desired Omega
Chapter 162: Heat (2)

Chapter 162: Chapter 162: Heat (2)

Trevor lingered there, his lips resting on the mark as if it were sacred, the most important thing he’d ever touched. And for him, it was. Lucas was his life’s most important person.

The skin beneath his mouth was hot to the point of feverish, flushed with need and blood. He didn’t bite, though his canines ached with the memory of it. He didn’t press harder, though every cell in his body urged him to. Instead, he simply stayed.

His breath, cool from the night-chilled air of the room, ghosted over the damp, sensitive skin of the bond mark, and Lucas shivered violently, beautifully.

His omega.

The thought pulsed through Trevor with quiet finality, anchoring itself like a weight at the base of his spine. Not possession nor ownership, something he didn’t expect. Belonging. Lucas wasn’t beneath him, but with him, trembling and breathless and undone by nothing more than a kiss and the slow, steady presence of hands that had never hurt him.

Lucas’s scent was thick in the air now, sweet and warm and laced with the sharp edge of heat, like sun-warmed honey spilled across frozen stone. It clung to Trevor’s skin, got into his mouth, his lungs, and the fabric of his shirt. Every inhale made him dizzy with restraint, but he held himself there, unmoving, lips barely brushing the mark while his hand remained spread over Lucas’s heart.

He could feel every beat. Fast. Erratic. Desperate.

The hand at Lucas’s neck tightened ever so slightly, fingertips slipping into sweat-dampened hair. The strands were soft, finer than Trevor remembered, and warm with trapped heat. His thumb swept over the skin behind Lucas’s ear just once, where the nerves were most sensitive, and the reaction was immediate.

Lucas gasped, a soft, choked sound that hitched high in his throat. His thighs tensed around one of Trevor’s legs, his hips stuttering without meaning to, and his whole body trembled like a struck wire.

The sheets tangled around them, cool linen catching on fevered skin. Every movement made the fabric drag against Lucas’s oversensitized body, a thousand tiny touches that weren’t enough to satisfy but far too much to ignore. The scent of it, his heat, Trevor’s arousal, the sharp mineral tang of restraint, sank into the bed and wrapped around them like steam.

Lucas took a deep breath and shifted, slowly rolling to face Trevor, his limbs shaking but not hesitating. His eyes, dark and dilated, locked with the alpha’s.

And then, confidently, he pushed.

Trevor let himself fall back with a low exhale, not surprised but struck nonetheless. Lucas moved with heat-flushed determination, every line of his body trembling under the weight of instinct and choice, but his hands were steady. He climbed into Trevor’s lap and straddled him, knees braced on either side, thighs gripping with more poise than he thought he had in him.

His balance was perfect, even in his heat. Even with his body singing and skin burning and his breath coming in shallow, uneven bursts. The movement pulled his shirt tighter across his back, riding it higher up his stomach, leaving his skin exposed and glowing faintly in the dim light. The linen sheets rustled, catching around his knees, and the brush of the fabric against the inside of his thighs made his breath hitch.

Trevor lay beneath him, eyes fixed on his face.

Lucas stared down at him, his mouth parted slightly, his chest rising and falling with quiet urgency. His heat made him ache, but it was Trevor’s stillness, his unbearable patience, that pushed him closer to the edge. The alpha looked like carved stone beneath him, all tension and restraint, every muscle held tight beneath calm.

And Lucas, for once, wanted to shatter it.

He wanted Trevor to break the way he was breaking, slowly, deliciously, completely. He wanted the alpha’s hands to tighten on his hips, his breath to catch, and his eyes to lose that perfect focus and cloud with want. He wanted to see what it would take to unmake that serene control and replace it with something raw.

So Lucas leaned forward, slow and unhurried, his thighs tightening around Trevor’s waist. The movement made his shirt ride up further, cool air licking at flushed skin, but he didn’t care. He was past pretending. Past politeness. The heat curled deep in his gut, coaxing out every sharp edge and letting it glitter.

His hands slid from Trevor’s chest to his shoulders, solid and warm beneath his fingers, then down to his forearms, where the tension hummed just beneath the skin like barely leashed electricity. His grip was light, teasing, not quite a challenge. Not yet. View the correct content at NovelFire

He leaned down until his lips were a breath away from Trevor’s, their noses brushing, and whispered, voice low, sultry, and laced with something wicked:

"Do you want to make a bet?"

Trevor blinked, eyes sharp, now aware, wary, and very interested.

"A bet?" he echoed, his voice tight with the effort of staying still, like every muscle in his body wanted to move now. NovelFire

Lucas nodded, letting his mouth skim the edge of Trevor’s cheek, exhaling warm air against skin. "I think I can break your composure in under five minutes. Without touching anything, you’d expect me to."

Trevor let out a low, shaky laugh, the kind that rumbled from deep in his chest. "That’s a dangerous game, sweetheart."

"I’m feeling dangerous."

Trevor’s fingers tightened slightly at his waist, not enough to bruise, but enough to say careful. "And if you lose?"

Lucas pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, pupils blown wide and lips slightly parted. "Then you can do anything you want to me."

Trevor inhaled through his nose, slow and sharp, his control flickering like flame against glass.

"And if you win?" he asked, his voice lower now, strained at the edges.

Lucas smiled with a possessiveness that almost made him loose before the bet was placed.

"Then you do anything I want."

Trevor’s eyes darkened, and the corner of his mouth curled like a storm on the horizon. He reached up, brushing a single knuckle along Lucas’s jaw in the most maddeningly soft gesture imaginable. It didn’t matter if he lost the bet; in either case, he would win.

"Five minutes, then."

"Starting now," Lucas said and moved.